Summary “The Night After Release” Tendryakova
As expected, the graduation party was opened with solemn speeches.
In the gym, on the floor below, it was audible – the tables moved, the last preparations were made for the banquet.
And the former tenth-formers looked no longer schooly now: girls in fashionable dresses that emphasize mature reliefs, the guys are indecently pressed, in dazzling shirts, with ties, bound by their sudden adulthood. All of them, it seems, were embarrassed themselves – birthday people on their birthday are always guests more than other guests.
Director of the school Ivan Ignatievich, a majestic man with wrestling shoulders, delivered a heartfelt speech: “There are thousands of roads in front of you.” Thousands of roads are dear, and everyone is open, but it must not be the same for everyone. Ivan Ignatievich habitually built graduates in line with their previous successes at school. The first was the one that is incomparable to anyone, the one who left all the
Yulechka Studentseva, who led the line to the treasured roads, had to make a return speech. Who, if not she, should thank his school – for the knowledge gained (starting with the alphabet), for a ten-year care, for a newfound relationship that everyone will involuntarily take away.
And she went out to the table of the presidium-a short, white dress with muslin shoulders, white bows in pigtails pretzels,
– I was offered to speak on behalf of the whole class, I want to speak from myself. Only from yourself!
This statement, pronounced with peremptoriness never and in no way mistaken the first student, did not raise objections, no one was alerted. The director smiled, nodded and fidgeting in the chair, settling himself more conveniently. What could she say, except gratitude, she, who heard only praise in school, only enthusiastic interjections in her address. Therefore, the faces of her classmates expressed duty patient attention.
– Do I love school? – A voice ringing, agitated.- Yes, I do! Highly. Like a wolf cub its hole. And now you need to get out of your hole. And it turns out – at once thousands of roads. Thousands.
A rustle ran through the assembly hall.
“Which one should I go for?” For a long time I asked myself this question, but I dismissed it, hid from it. Now everything – you can not hide. I must go, but I can not, I do not know. The school made me know everything except one thing – that I like what I love. I liked something, but I did not like something. And if you do not like it, then it’s given more difficult, so this nenravyaschimsya and give more strength, otherwise you will not get a five. The school required fives, I obeyed and. and did not dare to love much. Now I looked around, and it turned out – I do not like anything. Nothing but mom, dad and. school. And thousands of roads – and all are the same, all are indifferent. Do not think that I’m happy. I’m scared. Highly!
Yulechka stood for a while, looking with birdlike, anxious eyes into the silent hall. It was audible, as below move tables for a banquet.
“I have everything,” she announced, and with small, jerking little steps moved to her place.
About two years ago the ban was banished – in high schools on graduation evenings it is impossible to put wine on tables.
This prohibition was outraged by the head teacher of the school, Olga Olegovna: “We are firm: the graduation party is the threshold for maturity, the first hours of independence, and at the same time we look after the children as small children, they will surely take it as secret or openly wine, and as a sign of protest, it is possible that somehow and stronger. “
Olga Olegovna in school for the eyes was called Oleg Oleg: “Prophetic Oleg said Oleg the prophet demanded.” – always in the masculine. And always the director Ivan Ignatievich yielded to her assertiveness. Olga Olegovna now managed to convince the members of the parents’ committee – bottles of dry wine and sweet cahors stood at the banquet tables, causing the director’s disappointed sighs, foreboding the unpleasant conversations in the town.
But bouquets with flowers still stood more than bottles: the farewell evening should be beautiful and decent, infuse the fun, however within the limits of what is permitted.
As if there was no strange speech by Yulechka Studentseva. The toast was raised for the school, for the health of the teachers, the clinking of glasses, laughter, erratic conversations, happy, flushed faces – festive. Not the first graduation party at school, and this one started as always.
And only, like a draft in a warm room, amidst a flush of merriment-I am wary of alertness. Director Ivan Ignatievich is somewhat absent-minded, Olga Olegovna is closed-silent, and the rest of the teachers give them an inquisitive look. And Yulechka Studentseva sat at the table looking down, connected. To her from time to time, ran up one of the guys, clinked glasses, exchanged a few words – expressed his solidarity – and ran away.
As always, a good feast quickly broke down. The former tenth-formers, who left their chair, who, along with the chair, moved to the teachers.
The biggest, noisiest and closest company was formed around Inna Semyonovna, an elementary school teacher who ten years ago met all these guys at the doorstep of the school, placed them on the desks, forced to open the letters.
Nina Semenovna spun among her former students and only choked out:
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